Took the train alone to Boston for the first time in a long time

I wish I could say there was something that I learned, something that I took home

But you don’t always gain from what you lose, and you don’t always get what you choose

I always throw every word I say away

Nothing has a grasp on the only constant

The only kicker to my own conscience

Burn it all away so I can see the light of day

Paint reflections, I’m bruising my inaction

But I am just a ghost of nothing now

(I’m thinking that we’ve become something that we will miss)

Nothing has a grasp on the only constant

The only kicker to my own conscience

Burn it all away so I can see the light of day

Paint reflections, I’m bruising my inaction

But I am just a ghost of nothing now

Took the train alone to Boston for the first time in a long time

You started a fire in my mind